The memory Game
By; Wrinkles The Troll
Started on: June 29 2005
Disclaimer:
I own nothing related to Harry Potter.
I own only this plot, the scenes, and
Possible random characters in this
Story. This is why;
Me: Now Amelia, Do we have to go over the plan again?
Amelia: Nope
Me: Good. Now go and get 'em!
Amelia: but…… … Why?
Me: Because! They'd remember me! And with you, they'll think your just another crazed-fan!
Amelia: But I'm not!
J.K: Yeah! But she's not!
Me and Amelia: How'd you get over here!
J.K: Cackles evilly.
Summary:
Memories Memories Memories. Over 5 years worht of memories gone for a small girl, casted away in The dark lord's last moments. Another one's loved ones gone, now just a whisper in her past. What else could befall our favorite group?
Chapter Three:
The Hogwarts Express
"Okay, Minerva? Are all the children out?" Dumbledore called into the Hogwarts entrance. A small, pale, woman stepped out of the building and nodded. "Yes, Albus. Everyone's out."
Dumbledore flicked his hands in the way of the carriages and they were off. Harry glanced out the window to look at the small horses. He was the only one in his carriage who could see them.
They were mostly white, a few black spots. But their mane colors varied. Sometimes even changed colors. Some of them were purple, some bright green, and some even pale blue. But a large portion of them were bright, candy apple red. Their hoofs were all black, the occasional few were brown, and their tails were the exact opposite color of their manes. The ones with purple manes had orange tails, the one with bright green manes, have dark blue tails, and the ones with the pale blue manes, had dark yellow tails. The large majority of them that had Bright candy apple red Manes, had pure black tails.
He was leaned up against the window, looking ahead at them when the carriage hit a large bump. His head fell way from the window and came back to hit it again, hard.
'Ow.' He whimpered.
He looked over at Hermione and Ron who were flirting, on the verge of snogging.
"Erm, guys? Could you at least wait until I have someone else to talk too?" he asked, scooting over to their side of the carriage.
Hermione looked up, "Oh, sorry Harry." She said, blushing.
"Yeah, sorry mate. Kind of forgot you were there." Ron said, smiling sheepishly up at Harry.
Harry rolled his eyes and shrugged, "Its fine."
"So Harry, Are we looking forward to The N.E.W.T.'s next year?" Hermione asked, pulling off of Ron's lap.
"Hermione! What are you talking about? Its summer! We just got out of school! We shouldn't even be talking about exams and such until… like… September!" Ron exclaimed, looking terrified.
Just then, they pulled into the Hogsmead Station and were called out of the carriages.
Hermione was the first one to jump out of the carriage, followed by Harry, and Ron pulled up the lead. They grabbed their bags and trunks and pulled them over to the train loading station.
When Ron and Harry were lifting Hermione's trunk up into the train, it suddenly popped open, spewing a few things here and there. She rolled her eyes and walked over to it, mumbling about faulty locks and such. She picked up the random items and stuffed them back into her trunk, pulling the locks down firmly this time.
Harry and Ron gave the trunk over to the train loader, and followed Hermione up into a compartment. Being the first ones on the train, they got the luxury of getting a first class compartment, filled with a butterbeer and small snacks.
"Ron! Look! A muggle refrigerator! Look Ron! Food!" Harry called, diving in. He had never had this lovely luxury on the Hogwarts express.
Ron almost fainted at the sight of things. "Harry! We've died and gone to heaven! We've got the Slytherin compartment! Yahoo!" Ron cried.
Hermione grinned and shook her head. She started to lecture the two, but stopped. A little voice in her head told her to lighten up. She grinned even more. "I get the first butterbeer!" she called. Harry laughed as she dove for the fridge.
Ron fell back onto one of the soft couches, "Mmm, now we don't have to wait for the snack bar to come around…"
Hermione giggled and pulled herself up onto his lap as Neville and Luna entered. Harry noticed them first. "Oh hey Neville! Hi Luna!"
Neville looked shocked. "Harry! We've died and gone to heaven! How on earth did you get this compartment?"
Hermione cheered, "We got the first Carriage on the way down here! We got here early!" and giggled.
Ron looked down at Hermione, an amused look on his face. "Looks like Hermy here can't hold butterbeer well."
Hermione had already lain down on the couch, her head in Ron's lap. "I can too!" She sputtered.
Harry chuckled and sat down next to Neville. "And the train hasn't even taken off yet! How sad!"
Ron nodded, "Yup we're gonna have to cut her off, even before she finishes her first one."
Hermione pouted and cuddled her butterbeer, which made the rest of their group laugh even harder.
Suddenly, the compartment door opened. A group of Slytherin were coming in, laughing and talking until they realized the small group sitting in their compartment.
"What the… What are you group of mudbloods doing in here?" Draco Malfoy exclaimed, pushing past the rest of his group. "This is our compartment"
"Oh sod off Malfoy! We got here first, and there's nothing you can do about it." Harry exclaimed as he, Ron and Neville stood up taking out their wands.
"Oh, what are you going to do Potty? Weasel? Buttface? Going to protect Loony and the mudblood? Where's the weaselette Potter? Heard she doesn't remember you?"
Ron and Harry lunged at Malfoy, forgetting their wands, with Neville right behind them
"Don't you EVER talk about my sister like that!" Ron cried, pulling at Malfoy's hair.
"In fact, don't ever speak about her, or TOO her, at ALL!" Harry continued, throwing punches at Malfoy's face.
"Don't ever disrespect Ginny OR Luna! She-slap-Is-slap-not!-slap-LOONY! Not matter WHAT you think!" Neville said, breathing heavily.
Goyle and Crabbe just stood there, staring aimlessly through the window. Pansy was crying, telling the two gits to pull them off, while the rest of the group were chanting Draco's name.
Suddenly, Dean and Seamus walked onto the train, and saw the commotion. They pushed past the small group and saw Harry, Ron and Neville on top of Malfoy. Their first instinct was too cheer them on, maybe even throw him around a little themselves, but they saw Professor Flitwick coming down the isle, staring strangely at the group crowded around the door.
Dean grabbed at Harry, having to restrain him using all of his strength. Seamus pulled Ron up, having to put himself in front of Ron to keep him away. Ron snarled at his captor, but then looked down at Malfoy, grinning. Neville was still on top of him, swatting away.
Ron chuckled and sat down, inspecting his small bruises. Seamus saw Dean still struggling with Harry, so he bent down to pick up Neville. Dragging Neville off was harder than it looked. Neville was a bit on the chubby side, so Seamus had to calm him down first, taking his hands away.
As soon as he was free, Crabbe and Goyle helped him up, Malfoy cursing loudly as Pansy hung onto his every move, grabbing at his robes.
"You no-brained, four-eyed, toothless gits! You just stood there! You should had pulled them off me! Your worthless scumbags! Barf-bowls!" Malfoy cursed at his two goons as he 'limped' away. Yes, against what Draco always said, Malfoys do limp.
Seamus closed the compartment door, and locked it as the train started off. Looking back at Dean, who had gotten Harry too sit down, he sat down by Neville.
"So guys…" He trailed off when he saw Hermione, and a grin started to form on his face as he saw what she held. "Ah, Ron? Do tell me what's wrong with Hermione?"
Ron looked confused for a moment, but then remembered, "Oh yeah. We found out that Hermie can't hold butterbeer very well…" He started chuckling.
Dean looked up at her, still holding onto Harry's arm, and laughed. Harry started too calm down as he stared at the small girl, saying odd and random things like, 'wahooohawah' and 'hey! There's a spaceship!'
Dean looked at Harry. "Hey Harry? What's a spaceship?"
Harry sat deep in thought for a few seconds, deciding how to explain this one. "Well, it's a…sort of muggle transportation. But it goes up into space. It's only for Astronauts though. Astronauts are people who are trained to go into space and how to operate the spaceship."
Dean nodded and decided it best not to ask any more questions. He looked back over at Ron and Hermione. Ron, who was tickling Hermione, was on the floor, laughing so hard he could hardly keep at it.
Hermione was already beet-red and rolling all over the compartment floor. Neville was holding Luna in his lap, while she was whispering something in his ear that made him blush. Who knows? Maybe Neville was an undiscovered girl-magnet.
Harry looked around at the two couples, Ron leaning down to kiss Hermione's forehead, calling a truce. Luna kissing Neville's cheek, his arms wrapped around her. He knew he was missing out on something. He sighed and looked up at Dean and Seamus, seeing that they were the only singles in the compartment. He suddenly missed Ginny.
'Of course I miss Ginny! I always miss Ginny! Even when I'm around her I miss her!' Harry thought, mentally slapping himself for his stupidity. 'But why is it worse this time? Do I miss the old Ginny? The one who wouldn't let me stay up all night studying? But would study herself until early hours in the morning, the night before a big test? The Ginny who could drink as much Butterbeer as Fred and George, sometimes even more and still stay as sane as the next person?' Harry looked around, 'Yes. I miss the old Ginny.'
The next few hours flew by as Dean, Harry, and Seamus pulled the two couples away from each other, and Harry, Ron, Neville, and Seamus started a game of Wizard's chess. Dean, Hermione, and Luna started a fascinating conversation about the newest wizard robes from Storfongroph's.
"Oh yea, their new Gryffindor robes are magnificent. They have like, 10 layers, instead of two, but they're not heavy or anything, just as light as the old ones." Hermione nodded as she spoke.
Luna brightened, "Oh yes, The Ravenclaw robes are like that too! The inside layers are sheer, but not the itchy kind like the old ones."
Dean was fascinated about how completely boring the two girls could be. He looked over at Harry and Ron's game of chess, then over at Seamus' and Neville's. He decided to help Harry out a bit.
"Harry mate, you're dead. You can't do much with two pawns and a knight while Ron's only missed one pawn, and has the rest of his set. Sad mate, really."
Harry frowned and moved his pawn, only to let Ron take it away.
Dean laughed and walked across the compartment to the other game of chess. And wow, Neville was winning.
"Seamus, mate, your letting Neville beat you!"
Seamus frowned and looked back at the board, "No. The git's actually good at the stupid game. Who would of guessed."
Neville laughed and then put on a mock-hurt face, "Hey! I take offense to that!"
"Of course you do mate."
Another hour passed, Neville won his game, and moved on to challenge Ron as he beat Dean within minutes after Harry.
"Okay, Neville, "Ron started, "You've come this far, lets see if you can beat the king."
Seamus muttered something about the Weasel King.
Ron frowned and swatted his hand at him, "oh shut up you brainless git. You wanna play?"
"Nah, He'd beat me." Seamus grinned.
Ron rolled his eyes and started the game at 3:45.
3:46
"Your turn Ron."
"I know!"
3:48
"Your turn Ron."
"Again?"
"Yes."
3:50
"I won Ron."
Ron looked up at Neville in a state of wonder. "How…. You….Win...Beat…..you….won…..me!"
Neville nodded, "Yes Ron. How you win beat you won me. Got it." And stood up.
Harry shook his hand as Dean and Seamus cheered his name. "Great job Neville. You beat the Weasel King." Harry grinned.
"Okay! Everybody off at 9 ¾!" A conductor called.
Harry grinned as he ran from Ron, Dragging Hermione out on the way who had fallen asleep on one of the four couches.
